Текст песни Петр Елфимов - Тюльпаны на снегу

From the peace of the glazed comfort,
Expensive can be someone,
From a nine-story height,
In the sky abutting abruptly,
Flew scarlet flowers.

Young chicks, clumsily,
The wings of the petals straightened boldly,
Downward rushed - to the pernicious land, -
In the infinite and deathly white,
From the freezing cold of haze.

Cellophane leaf, the palace of crystal
Fallen hopes, fell silent disgusted.
Desolate without thin stems,
Crunched about the endless
His spectral transparency.

Something irreparably broke
And longed for forever
In an unknown look, but native;
I like cruel displeasure
She snapped her whip.

The thickness of days will be muffled and tightened
Sounds of words that will deceive
Many times each other man,
But in obliviousness will never sink
A moment of loss, lasting as a century.

Viet broom patterns are filigree
From the shadows of snowflakes and fog.
As if on a fairy-tale meadow
Blaze bright tulips
Someone's secret grief in the snow.